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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Feb 11, 2009 1:40:57 GMT -5
((lol....wow....Rem's gonna feel like he's...well, lets just say the jedi in him is gonna feel awkward. )) Sylbia hmm? It was a nice enough name. Rem smiled and nodded at the woman as she half curtsied. Damn...now he felt like he had to bow in respect, the old jedi teachings coming to the fore of his mind. He stopped himself, however, returning the common greeting of his people. Placing an open hand over his chest, he bowed his head. Anorum sel Sylbia.He stated with a simple smiled. Turning back to the older man, Rem tilted his head slightly. Chuckling at his first statement, the blond put his hands behind his head, lacing his fingers together. Ocelot, hmm? Well don't worry...you weren't being outright about your watching of us. My people seem to have an affinity for the force...well, we call them the Winds...so I tend to notice things most others don't.He stated with a slight shrug. Leaving it at that, he listened to what the man had to say about his looking for a crew, but that he didn't want to talk about it here. Yes, Rem agreed...here would most likely not be the place to speak about such things. During this time, the grey jedi noticed the zeltron leave as well as the mercenary, not making any sign that he had noticed either. Upon the return of the mercenary woman, Lanara it seemed, Remiel nodded. Blue eyes flickered toward the door as another man walked in and sat down, ordering a drink. Well, I think you may have another one interested in joining Ocelot...He said to the older man with a slight nod in the direction of the new comer. The man had the look of a mercenary about him, and perhaps the type that was being looked for by the would-be leader. With that, Remiel nodded to the older man and started walking. Pausing a few steps away, he held out a hand to Sylbia and Lanara. If you ladies would like to join me, feel free to do so now...other wise, I would suggest sticking to our new acquaintance.With that, Rem walked out the door. He waited another moment to see if one or both of the ladies would join him. After that, he headed to where the zeltron, Xander he had said his name was?, had said his house was. Upon reaching the mansion, Rem eyed it warily for a moment, but didn't hesitate in walking right up and knocking on the door. Upon being let in by a maid in a very skimpy...what he supposed was supposed to be a uniform...the amount of his uncomfortability rose sharply. In all his years of being a jedi, Rem had been in some awkward situations...everything from having to deliver news of a death to investigating a strip club for slave sales...but he'd never felt as if he'd walked into a brothel. Well....there's a first time for everything, isn't there?He muttered to himself as he walked down the seemingly never ending line of staff toward Xander, and two people who appeared to be his parents? Sighing slightly, he knew he'd never get used to the feeling of walking down a line like this. It'd happened once, when he had gone to the palace on Naboo to meet the queen at the time. It had made him uncomfortable then as well. That feeling, compounded with the fact that the staff wore...less than very little...made for the feeling that one was walking into a brothel for the rich and famous. Little did he know that was nearly what he had just walked into. Upon closer inspection of the parents, Rem was startled to find that the father he had seen while on a mission to help protect a senator while they attended a charity concert. The mother he had seen on various billboards across the galaxy as a pin-up girl and actress. He wasn't concerned about the mother, Zephyr was her name?, as he'd never actually met her. The father, however, he HAD met at the banquet held after the concert. Damnation. Hoping that the man wouldn't recognize him due to the obvious lack of jedi attire, and the fact that it was nearly three years ago that they had met, Rem placed a hand over his heart and bowed his head slightly. Sir, Lady, I'm Remiel Archibald. I believe your son informed you of the arrival of several guests...I would be one of them.He stated, lifting his head finally to look at the two of them.
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Post by Jace on Feb 11, 2009 21:00:57 GMT -5
Ocelot had no intention of staying at the Zeltron's place for the night, but he did need a place to make his proposal and the place seemed to fit the bill. Ocelot watched as another entered the cantina, Rem was right, he had the look of a mercenary about him. That was one of the gifts and curses in the trade, you knew who was in your profession and they knew you.
With the others already leaving, Ocelot couldn't really sit around for an extended chat with the new entry. Ocelot got up from his seat as the others left, and sat next to the newcomer. He ordered a small drink for himself and then turned to the man.
"You have the look of a professional about you, and I am in need of them. Myself and the others who just left, are going to a place where we can discuss the details more privately."
Ocelot didn't bother waiting for a reply, if he was interested then he would come. Ocelot stood up, fixed his coat, and then walked out of the cantina. Ocelot gained his bearings and then made his way towards the mansion. He arrived a little while later, the mansion was quite large but Ocelot merely looked at it with indifference.
Ocelot gave a knock on the door, and just shook his head as he saw the barely clothed maid open the door. Ocelot followed her down a large hallway, and as he approached heard voices. He assumed they were of Rem and the two ladies since they most likely already arrived.
He hadn't been around mansions all that much, except for the one of two occasions when he was a bodyguard. He probably didn't like them all that much because one was very vulnerable in them. Either way Ocelot would be out of here soon enough, and hopefully with a new crew.
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Post by Zarkan on Feb 11, 2009 21:19:39 GMT -5
Sylbia quickly left the cantina following rem as he left she tailed him quietly through the streets stopping only as he entered. Taking her own deep breathe she followed the stairs up to the door and rapped gently on it with her three fingered metallic hand and quickly skirted back a little as a maid slowly opened the door. Blushing as she noticed the maids state of dress she quickly slipped past the woman and hurried along the corridor of bodies attempted to shrink into herself as she felt their eyes on her. Finally reaching the end she slid in slightly behind rem giving a quick greeting to the woman in the man curtsying slightly with a nervous smile a blue blush still coloring her silver cheeks.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 11, 2009 21:46:41 GMT -5
Lanara shifted the heavy duffel bag around on her shoulders, it was funny how while she was wearing it the suit let her move quicker, but carrying it you would swear that it weighed a ton. Her jaw hit the floor when the scantily clad female opened the door to reveal an ocean of other scantily clad people, they had everything from Twi'leks to Kiffar. Lanara instantly wanted to withdraw into a tiny ball as all of the near-naked people gazed at the little groupe that she was apart of. As she reached the end of the line the woman noticed one of the men, a Zeltron that appeared to be older, Xander's father. It was Markus Seraph! She practically lived on his music back when she was in the 'corps. She bored a hole in his eyes with hers. All that the woman could do was blush and avert her eyes somewhere else when his gaze met hers.
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Post by kt on Feb 11, 2009 22:27:44 GMT -5
"So, how you like my place?" Xander asked with a smile. Xander's dad was eyeing up Lanara and came forward. "Son, you didn't tell me that your friends were so.....beautiful." Markus then gently grasped one of lanara's hands and kissed it " Markus Seraph, a pleasure to meet you miss." He then gave her a wink and then looked at his son " I hope you don't have dibbs on this one son, she's very pretty."
Xander just patted his dad on the back as his mother rushed past him and threw herself at Ocelot, purring like a kitten "Well hello there handsome, wanna have some fun?" Zephyre asked in an oh so obviously lusty voice that it made Xander even cringe just a little bit. "Mom...geez..." He said as he looked at the group. "Well then.....should i show you around?"
Xander then led the way through his house, a good half of the butlers were eyeing up Sylbia while a good 4 girls managed to cling themselves to Rem, rubbing up sensually against him, trying to convince him to have some fun with them. Xander just smiled as the butlers then made advances on Sylbia and Lanara, asking if they could do anything for them, and anything also meant "those" kinds of things.
"Would you like a massage miss? Manicure? Pedicure? We shall do whatever it is that you desire." Butlers from all angles asked both lanara and sylbia.
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Post by Latus on Feb 11, 2009 23:30:17 GMT -5
Life on the run is hard. Not as hard as life in the facility but hard. At least he could fly outside of the city limits when it was dark. He had found himself pushed further and further away from Correll, it had to be close to a year since he escaped. He never saw it displayed on the holonet, but with a few keystrokes and a bit of luck he found the embedded, encoded messages addressed to the authorities of whatever planet he went to. They were still looking for him. Dodging patrols had become like a game. Life on the run is hard...
His accounts were lower than he expected after a few days on Zeltron, starship parking was ridiculously overpriced and with law enforcement everywhere even the smallest job was dangerous. It was especially so on this part of the planet. Rich snobs and lavish digs were the standard of the hour meaning he stuck out that much more. Dirty threads and an oversize spring jacket meant he looked every bit the ragamuffin he was, not to mention the extra mass on his back that made him look like a first class athlete.
His one ace in the hole was another bit of info he had gleaned from the depths of the holonet. A captain of a small freighter was looking for men, crew that were both honest and dishonest. He had his own ship but the freighter looked big enough to allow him to dock. For the most part, Axle figured if he could keep moving he might be able to avoid attention for more than a few days. A ship that was not his own and perhaps even unregistered would be perfect. Skill wise he knew his way around both computers and engines; always a demand for a mechanic, outlaw or otherwise.
He finally tracked his target down, a gruff looking man making his way off the docks. Axle was concealed in the shadows atop one of the surrounding buildings stretching the pain out of his wings happy just to open them that day. His bright blue eyes followed the progress of the man as he departed from his ship into a small bar on the dockside. Why always bars. Always with the bars. Can't go in there, too close, too many people to run into. Slowly he slid his wings back within the confines of his jacket, pleased that he didn't have to fuss with fasteners. He slowly walked to the edge of the roof and sat down upon it. Better wait.
Hoping to get a better idea of who he was dealing with he lounged on the permacrete as several more individuals, some more flamboyant than others, entered the small establishment. He was about to dose off before some sharp blaster fire erupted from the interior. Shaking his head he continued his wait, perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all. Oh well. Nothing ventured...
It wasn't long before his target and several others emerged. To his dismay one of the Zeltrons who was quite rowdy and potent with pheromones exited with them. How could he talk to this man without drawing too much attention to himself. As the group walked by he dismounted the building, using the natural handholds to climb down into one of the dark back alleys. He followed them to an extravagant mansion brimming with activity and scantily clad servants. They were all ushered in and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when the door swung shut. It wasn't long before the entrance quieted, the only remaining soul a doorman who was looking less than excited to stand outside. Great...
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Feb 12, 2009 11:26:10 GMT -5
Rem felt Sylbia slide in behind him as she entered. With barely a thought to it, he pushed feelings of comfort and security toward her, but only enough to allow her to know that he would keep her safe. His mood was deteriorating rapidly with these zeltrons, and he reminded himself to not return to their planet while Xander was around. Stepping to the side just slightly, he put a comforting hand on Sylbia's shoulder as Lanara came up beside them too. Ugh, so she too knew the father...well, at least his attention would be on her instead of him. Letting out a small sigh, he nodded slightly to Xander's question.
As soon as the maids started to become clingy, he focused on the force and darkened his signature in it, twisting it from light into something darker, his eyes becoming a vivid orange. He didn't feel like being fondled and now they would know it. They wouldn't understand how they suddenly no longer wished to be around him, nor how he managed to look so calm yet feel so deadly that they wouldn't wish to be around him, but they would.
The only people he didn't extend this dark aura to were the hosts and his companions...though even Lanara would get a taste of it...but that was simply out of preference at the moment.
She wasn't so bad, but he despised her 'kill first, ask questions later' mentality. Perhaps if she could only get over that, they would get along. Sighing, Rem shot a glare at a butler who was trying to torment poor little Sylbia. The man immediately backed away, pulling his friends with him.
It wasn't until Zephyr rushed to Ocelot that he REALLY got annoyed. Turning this annoyance to his advantage, Rem darkened his aura more, pushing it out forcibly to the others around him to break over them like waves over rocks in a raging sea. Outwardly his face was neutral, his expression changing little, but his eyes had subtly gotten more and more orange until they were nearly as red as his coat.
Enough of this foolishness. It's trying all of our patience. If you wish to be good hosts give us some room, if not you will NOT be happy people for long.
He warned, immediately withdrawing his dark aura into himself and freeing those around him of it. The action had been one of warning, meant to get their full attention, and for the staff at least it had worked. Now, Rem simply appeared to be another ordinary man, the orange color in his eyes draining away to be replaced with the familiar deep blue. He regretted having to do something like that, but sometimes people were stubborn to a fault and needed to be reminded of how they were treating others....
They had imposed their uncomfortable ways upon him and the others....so he returned the favor, aiming to make them just as uncomfortable.
I honestly hope that we can get along, but I, for one, will not be treated as if all I wish for is to pet upon by simpering women who think of nothing but sex...if I wanted that I would find a brothel. I have more dignity than that Madam, Sir, and so I would greatly appreciate that you and your staff show some as well.
With that said, he glanced at the door and shook his head. Yet another for the party?
Ocelot, I believe another has been watching us. I need to get some fresh air to calm myself anyway...so I think I will go out and meet him. Keep Sylbia with you until then please.
He stated, taking his hand from Sylbia's shoulder and giving her a gentle nudge in the direction of Ocelot before turning and sweeping from the hall and out the door.
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Post by Jace on Feb 12, 2009 14:46:31 GMT -5
Ocelot was slightly nonplussed as Zephyr through herself on him as he entered the room. The woman did this right in front of her husband, all Ocelot could do was shake his head. This at least explained a good deal of Xander's character originated from. Ocelot gently pushed her away, like Rem, he was starting to get sightly annoyed.
"Maybe another time madam, but your offer is appreciated."
When Ocelot heard they were taking a tour of the house, he just sagged his shoulders and went along. He wished he was force perceptive so he could have ran outside instead of Rem. He looked over at Sylbia, she seemed somewhat uncomfortable in the surroundings. He wasn't sure if it was the lack of apparent clothing or the men fawning all over her.
After taking the tour, Ocelot decided that enough was enough. The frivolities had gone on long enough and it was time to get down to business.
"Xander, I appreciate your hospitality but it is time we get to business. Is there someplace we can talk? and could you please send someone to get Rem"
Ocelot did appreciate what the Zeltron was doing but it was starting to get just a bit tiresome.
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Post by Grawn on Feb 12, 2009 14:56:30 GMT -5
Arc had seen the man approach, actually had been keeping a eye on the pair since his ears had heard a mentioning of him entering the building. As the man approached, Arc's his right hand dropped to where Integra was holstered and watched as the man leaned forward and whispered his proposal. Normally the bounty hunter wouldve shrugged off the offer but something about it intrigued him. It could be a trap, so he would need to keep his wits about him but the stranger didnt give off anything that would indicate deception.
As the man walked away, Arc glanced once more at his 2nd glass of drink and dropped a few credits where the half drank beverage was and followed. As they left, Arc came to the man's side cautiously as he followed. "Your offer is intriguing, i will listen as long as credits are involved for one cant survive on good will alone", he commented as they came to a large mansion. It was rather large and his eyebrowed raised when the stranger knocked on the door, a scandily dressed woman greeting them in. As they entered the bounty hunter couldnt help but chuckle, "Interesting place", he whispered to himself amused.
Another half naked female offered to take his coat, giving him a sly seductive look but the bounty hunter shooed her away playfully. His red duster held most of his ammo, if this was a trap or something not having it would put him at a disadvantage. Deciding he'd stick with the stranger who had invited him, Arc came to the man's side. "So do you have a name", he asked, still looking about the decorated mansion.
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Post by Zarkan on Feb 12, 2009 16:01:22 GMT -5
Sylbia pressed ever so slightly against rem as she felt his hand on her shoulder and she attempted to shrink away from the things around her. She couldn't explain why the new man made her feel safe, but in this strange place she was more than happy for it. Thanks to rem the butlers and maid retreated back and sylb finally managed to pull away from the man, but the hungry looks of the men and even some of the women confirmed her original impulse to her. "I am not sleeping here." she said to no one in particular as the tour began. She looked sadly at rem as he removed his hand from her shoulder and she quickly scurried over to the gruff looking ocelot before any of the wolf pack could get their courage up. She gazed at the wonders of the house as she moved through it. This wasn't the first time she'd ever been in a house such as this, but it was the first time she'd been invited into one. "Yes," she said finally venturing farther than two feet from Ocelot. "The sooner I can leave this place the better."
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Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 12, 2009 17:23:24 GMT -5
Lanara blushed when Markus kissed her hand, and her face went almost completely red when he said that she was "beautiful". She was about to say something when she felt a darkness in the room, it honestly made her want to run and cower in the dark. She looked back at Markus' face, he was already onto another girl... a maid... she only sighed stayed as far away from Rem as possible. Unfortunately, after Rem left the men were clinging to her and fighting over her like she was some kind of kath hound in heat, she somehow managed to escape the little group and rejoin Xander's little tour group. Lanara instantly agreed with Ocelot and Sylbia, this place was a step up from a brothel... and she was never a big fan of whorehouses.
I agree, lets discuss our business... without all of these "employees" hanging around.
Lanara said as she snapped her head back at the men who aspired to be her suitor for the evening. She waited for all of the butlers, maids, and anyone else who happened to not be on the "need to know" list of her employment ventures before turning to Sylbia.
Do you mind if I crash in your ship again, Sylbia?
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Post by Latus on Feb 15, 2009 17:56:38 GMT -5
Axle mounted the porch of the massive mansion as he listened to Rem talk. So it was what Machin used, poor gaet. He noticed that the sorrow had built up around his eyes, very close to tears. If he had been able to save the kid he would have...there was nothing he could have done about it. Don't cry! It won't help you, it won't help Machin.
His mind wrapped around what Rem said as they entered the mansion, the rooms devoid of any more of the emotionally addicted Zeltron. If Xander was the flamboyant man's name from before, he would have to make it a point to avoid him from now on. He couldn't stand the pheromones.
Again, its something I would rather not share. You seem nice enough but... no, i'm sorry. Maybe later on.
Axle looked around the rooms again... yes there wasn't anyone there but it was almost too quiet. There were none of the infamous Zeltrons hanging on them. This was all the better.
Jedi, the force, the winds, whatever you want to call it. It seems like a gift to me. Either way we need to speak to Ocelot.
As they both walked the silent mansion the one room with voices stood out. Nodding to Rem he entered.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Feb 15, 2009 18:40:41 GMT -5
I agree.
Rem replied to the boy's last statement. He didn't feel the need to answer anything else at the moment. Pausing in his walk, Rem allowed his mind to stretch forward and out, using the force to push ripples away from him and thus allowing them to return with the information he sought. The beings in the area, if force sensitive, would only feel a light brush against their consciousness as he did this, actively seeking out the group he'd left.
It didn't take him long to discern where they were. Their various mind sets were clear enough to him that he could feel their presence echoed in the waves of the force as they returned to him. Motioning Axle to follow him, Rem turned to the left and headed down a short hallway, turning to the right into a rather large sitting room. There he found the group he was looking for, scattered about the plush couches and large arm chairs.
Ah, found you! Good thing, I was beginning to worry that I wouldn't ever be able to in this giant place.
He stated with a grin as he walked into the room, Axle in tow. It would seem, to them, that he had truly just gotten lucky in finding them, or perhaps he'd asked some of the servants. Speaking of servants, Rem was pleased to see the few who were lingering around the edges of the room seemingly melted out of sight as he entered, not wishing to be around the red clad man. Pointing with a thumb in the direction of Ocelot, Rem gave a slight wink to Axle to inform him to play along with his ruse.
He's the guy you're looking for Kid.
With that, Remiel made his way deeper into the room to take up a place beside Sylbia.
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Post by Jace on Feb 15, 2009 22:57:17 GMT -5
Ocelot waited until all the servants and unwanted had left. He stood up and made his way to the middle of the room as Rem and the newcomer entered. Ocelot had the group he wanted here in this room, now all he had to do was make the offer. One hand was running across his rough beard on his face, the other in his face.
"For those of you who I didn't get a chance to introduce myself to, and for those of you who just forgot..my name is Ocelot.
I think its fairly obvious as to what I am here to propose. Firstly let me give you some background about me.I am a career smuggler but for the last two years have turned to freelancing. I excel in any sort of close quarter combat and I'm not half bad with a pistol either.Each of you here, has your own unique skill or set of skills which has helped you survive in this galaxy. It is simple logistics, a bigger crew means bigger jobs which means bigger payments.
Lets get one thing clear, though I may engage in less than legal activities from time to time,what I am not is thug,pirate, or assassin. If I have to kill it is strictly out of necessity, almost always in self-defense. If you join my crew we are mercenaries, not assassins for hire. If you kill people just because you enjoy it, then this crew ain't for you. If we keep a reputation as a 'clean' Merc crew, we have opportunities for government contracts, and they pay good.
If you are worried about pay, which I assume most of you are then you need not be. Though you may of never heard of me, I have quite a large network throughout the galaxy and a never ending line of jobs. Most contracts I couldn't take due to the loss of my old crew but with a new one that will change. Those who join will also receive a 10,000 credit sign up bonus. Obviously for some that won't mean as much but for others it probably will.
Well that's that....any questions?"
Ocelot believed he made things pretty clear but he could have overlooked something. Speeches were not exactly his forte but he though he did a relatively decent job all things considered.
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Post by Zarkan on Feb 18, 2009 21:51:06 GMT -5
Sylbia sighed slightly as she slid into a chair finally free of the majority of the stares of the staff as she looked to lanara as she began speaking. "Your more than welcome to spend another night with me lanara. Infact I'm willing to insist on it." Turning her head she saw Rem and a new man entering and smiled broadly at the red clothed man quietly placing her metal and on rims arm and then turning her eyes towards Ocelot as he spoke. "I'm afraid I'm not sure how I could really be of use to you though I'm not adverse to joining your group Ocelot, but I will need to know a few things Including what kind of space you have on your ship Ocelot I assume you wouldn't like a bunch of ships tagging along after you."
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Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 19, 2009 15:01:55 GMT -5
Lanara let out a held breath Sylbia agreed to let her sleep in her ship one more night. One more night in that vessel was definitely preferable to a night under a park bench, and she would even take that before sleeping... here. Then she turned her attention to the sales pitch that Ocelot was threw. Government Contracts she sighed, Lanara doubted that any crew she was involved with would be getting any of them within her lifetime. She was about to say this when he informed the group that he may be doing some "less than legal activities" she decided to stay silent. Lanara also knew that the others that were present during the contract would think that his later sentence would exclude her... but what they didn't realize was that she was not some heartless shell that took pleasure in killin' folk.
Lanara silently thanked the Force at the mention of the sign up bonus... at least she would be recouping her losses from the last contract. That reminded her. Lucian. Her eyes narrowed to slits and an obvious sneer flashed across her face for few seconds before it melted away. "Three Questions. One: You mind tellin' me how you lost your old crew? Two: What percentage of each contract do we get? Three: Do I get my own room?" Lanara said quick and clear. The first question was really the most important to her... she wasn't about to sign on with a guy that flew the coop on his old crew because things got a little out of hand... even if he was paying her a good percentage.
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Feb 19, 2009 15:40:45 GMT -5
Post by Latus on Feb 19, 2009 15:40:45 GMT -5
At the mention of government contracts Axle almost stood and walked out. Legal was one thing but working directly for the government he was trying to avoid would get him captured for sure. They would most likely have to register the crew to the ship and, while names weren't a problem, his face would be easy to identify by the wrong people. Glancing over at Rem he hesitated, silently shifting his wings under his jacket, wondering if it would be better to tell someone about his predicament. Rem was his best option at this point, the others couldn't be trusted. As Ocelot continued he looked again at the plate glass windows. Running the numbers in his mind he was ready to make his move and get out. Five to get there. Five to open or two to break. One, maybe one and a half to the ground, three total to get airborne.
He was brought back to the conversation by the promise of a signing bonus. Axle started to reconsider, 10,000 credits could support him for almost a year in the right systems. If worse came to worse he could take the money and run. Ocelot may be out the credits but if Axle was to have his revenge he had to put himself before anyone else.
As the man finished Axle waited in silence as the others began their questions. The first one to ask was the female. He had not noticed before but her eyes were a little too clear, her skin tone was off, and her hair was a brilliant pristine white. Her clothes seemed to flow over her body in unnatural ways as if she was not quite... so perhaps I'm not alone. He continued to stare for just a moment more until the second woman spoke. Axle waited until she finished speaking but before Ocelot could answer.
The possibility of government contracts is all I need. Legal work in this galaxy is harder to find than you might think.
He said, his voice perfectly honest though it was a bold faced lie. Work on the side was always a plus but even if he split after getting the signing bonus he would come out ahead.
Like the other young woman I also need room for my ship. It might be small enough to dock on the hull exterior if you don't have the room. Also, I can sleep there with room for one other. Third, it may sound like an echo but I would also like to know the fate of your last crew.
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Feb 19, 2009 15:58:40 GMT -5
Post by kt on Feb 19, 2009 15:58:40 GMT -5
Simply ignoring being yelled at, Xander merely skipped to the room that the old man wanted to have a meeting in. What was being said seemed very promising and so Xander raised his hand "Yer ship gonna be big enough to hold ours?" the zeltron asked, really just adding to Sylbia's question, it was a fair thing to ask considering most of the people here he assumed had a ship of some sort. "I only ask because i wanna know if i should sell it or not."
"I'd like to donate half of my earnings to the rest of the crew, as well as my sign up bonus, i'm not exactly stuck for money...." Xander added thoughtfully as he looked at the rest of the crew "If you'd like old man, my family could modify your ship a bit, only if you want to though, and, when are we leaving?"
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Feb 19, 2009 22:43:08 GMT -5
Post by Grawn on Feb 19, 2009 22:43:08 GMT -5
About halfway through Ocelots explanation of his plan, Arcs mind was already at work. He could sell off the Baskerville and get more credits to add to his already bulging bank account. He didnt bounty hunt or free lance for money anymore, it was for the thrill. The pure adreline of wondering if the blaster bolts being fired at you would end your life or if you would be able to dodge them in time.
While the prospect of "good reputation" work was certainly a unique twist, it would restrict some of Arc's more..."brutal" techniques he implored in his missions. However he would restrain himself and if he "accidently" escaped that collar, whom would stop him? The worst they could do was remove him from the crew. All and all, it seemed like a good plan.
"Im in, no questions asked. However, i do not tolerate betrayal and i can just as easily level my barrels in your direction. The fate of your old crew isnt my concern", he stated lazily from his seat in one of the plush chairs in the room. Putting his hand inside his red duster coat pocket, he pulled out what looked to be a pair of ruby mirrored shades. He placed him on his face, covering his red eyes and grinned at Ocelots direction. "My pistols are aligned with you, till you decide otherwise"
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Feb 20, 2009 7:12:49 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Feb 20, 2009 7:12:49 GMT -5
Rem had settled himself into a position beside Sylbia. He was standing, leaning against the top of the chair she sat in casually, watching the proceedings almost lazily. Her action, the hand on his arm, had confused him slightly. He didn't stop nor remove it, but he didn't encourage it either....he simply allowed it. The more he listened to the conversation, the more uncertain he felt about his decision to join. There were prices to be payed when leaving the jedi, he supposed, but they always left a bitter taste in his mouth. One of these prices was having to deal with people like the man who had recently spoken.
His mind was like an open book, not that his tongue held much back, and Rem didn't like what he was reading. Sighing heavily, the blond haired man waited a long moment, feeling the threads of the force that intertwined the people around him. None of them, it seemed, were keen on the idea of government contracts, himself included, but there would be time to feel that out. Sylbia and Ocelot seemed to think most like him...only killing if needed...and he was beginning to feel uncertain about Lanara's stance on the matter. The zeltron was a handful, but he didn't seem to be the type to hurt others intentionally, and so he could live with that. The boy, Axle, was nervous but he seemed to be willing to try...it was the new guy he was most worried about. He was in it for the thrill of the hunt, and if he should be displeased things might go wrong. Shaking his head, Remiel finally spoke.
I'll join as well...just know that I also do not take needless killing lightly....and you don't want me to be your enemy because of it.
He stated. It was a warning, mainly for Lanara and the new man, that he would not tolerate such a thing well. With that said, Rem didn't feel the need to say any more.
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